My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 3

Lauren's POV

An hour later, I was at the great hall, downstairs.

It was 11:50 p.m.

And there were still many men with women dancing and caressing each other. Chloe looked like a little worried when she came to meet me.

- "Lauren, Dear! I've been looking for you!
So how was it?"—She asked me.

-"Don't worry, Chloe. Your new girl is very good."

I saw an unmistakable look of relief on her face.

-"Ah, that's what they say. I am glad that you leave satisfied."

-"Well, I think I'll better go home, now. I have to wake up early, tomorrow."

-"Don't you want to stay longer? It's still early!"

-"Not tonight, Chloe. I'll be back tomorrow."

I said goodbye to her and left. I got in my Porsche Cayenne on my way home while driving a little distracted. After all, I had what I wanted. I spent a considerable time with the girl from The Hills, and she was very good. Very good with the mouth, mainly.

What I never expected was to come five times in one hour. Of course, I should attribute this to the fact of my abstinence, but I had been through it before. And I never, NEVER had so many orgasms in one single hour.
The girl was good.

Then I remembered the bruises scattered over her body. That explained her way of dressing, which left almost every part of her body covered. She was tanned but it was not a very dark tan, it must be easy to create marks on her skin, even more so because Camila seemed to be incredibly soft and sensitive. And she was soft. Very soft. And scented. A perfume different, softer than the other girls.
I remembered the almonds, what, in a mixed of madness and confusion of senses, it perfectly matched her chocolate eyes.

Everything in her matched perfectly, and the combination was mouthwatering. As I arrived home, I took a long bath and then went to bed. I remembered the events of the night. How good it was having a new body to explore, and how that body had given me pleasure.
I remembered how, Camila had an air of innocence and grace. Cute.

A beautiful hooker.

Although I didn't noticed this at first glance. Then I found that her beauty increased with the level of intimacy we shared. I smiled at the memory of her arrogance saying that she would satisfy me, and that she wasn't willing to do anal sex. I smiled because she was stubborn, like none of the other girls were. All of them were submissive and were always smiling when I asked for something. They nodded and did so without complaints.
However, she dictated her own rules.

-"A wildcat".—I spoke low to myself. And I was already thinking about how it would be next night. And thinking about next night, I fell asleep.

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The day passed like the others: without goals, without purpose, apathetic, without distractions.
I took care of business that I was supposed to care of, giving orders and signing papers.
In the moment when the clock struck 8 p.m,
I left the office leaving some papers yet to be signed. I took my Porsche Cayenne and went straight toward The Hills, where the night was waiting for me.

-"I was afraid you would disappear for another six weeks".

Chloe came to greet me as soon as I entered the place. Like the night before, the dim lighting and wooden decoration gave the environment the mystery and warmth that I was looking for.

-"I have to make amends for the time that i spent away, right?—I said smiling and taking my dose of whiskey that I had just ordered at the bar.